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Issue 2| Old Forms, New Worlds

Little Did I Know the Wisdom in Her Whispers

-Grace EniolaLittle did I know… that the words my mother poured into my ears—those strings of proverbs that sometimes sounded like jokes, exaggerations, or even lies—would one day become the compass of my life. Many times, I thought them gibberish: the endless chatter of a mother who must always speak, a mother who refuses silence because she has children to mold. And yet, hidden in … Continue reading Little Did I Know the Wisdom in Her Whispers

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Beloved

-Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi Image Credit: Jacques Le Henaff If Ă€tọ̀hĂşnrìnwá could use his deceptive  ĂŚwĂ© orin to cart way the  belonging of your mother, let me use my poetic words  to label your body a spice, and revive the definition  of your body structure. If you come forth for me, Stay and permit me  to ascend your pains  to the wall of forgetfulness with my … Continue reading Beloved

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Issue 2| Old Forms, New Worlds

Fisáyọ̀

Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi Image Credit: Samwel Francis I may not know the secret   behind the language of OlĂłbĂąrĂł,   nor have I seen how the stars  set their eyes on you.   I may not witness the dancing steps of AjĂłkĂ fĂ nsĂ ,   but I know the origin of water   that outlives the river.     And if AkĂ©wì chants, his verses   transcend the … Continue reading Fisáyọ̀

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Ìràwọ̀

Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi Image Credit: Klemen Vrankar In my mind,a candle burns, its flame your name, its light an altar of love. Smoke rises from my heart, a whisper of fire  that time cannot quench. For they say  no one can touch the ocean’s end— so shall your love’s melody echo from the north to the south, an endless tide washing over me. Come closer— … Continue reading ĂŚrĂ wọ̀

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When the River Sings

-Lovelin Kolawole Oh, river goddess, Your beauty illuminates the waves of the river. Your shining hair heals the blind, Your dark brown skin is like molasses poured from oak trees. Oh, river goddess, Yeye Ọmọ Eja, OlĂłmi, Your names cut across nations, Tongue carving them like stones on driftwood. Oh, river goddess, Awoyo (she who brings joy), Your level of generosity is unmatched through ages. … Continue reading When the River Sings

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